The cock pheasant and his harem visit daily. I noticed one
of the hens balancing on the branch next to the peanut feeder. I’m not sure if
she had eaten any of the nuts, but she was pretty big to be balanced on such a
thin branch for so long.
Then he strutted into view and hopped up onto the pile of
grass cuttings from last season. They’ve obviously found plenty of new life in
that pile as a few of them have been feasting there the last few days – since the
sun reappeared in our overly-grey skies.
The gorgeous male pheasant cast an ‘eagle-eye’ round the
surrounding field. Yesterday I watched as he chased off a rival interloper.
This morning peace reigned and no challenges appeared.
The hen feasted on peanuts, a rich treat perhaps. But perhaps
just as rich, or even tastier, was what the cock found amongst the old grass
cuttings.
May I be aware of all the sources of spiritual food which
come my way this day, whether from the precious Scriptures or from the daily
routines of my life. Through it all, God is speaking life to me.
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